Something dreadful comes my way,
Should I run?
Do I deserve to be saved?
Or is it even?
Am I just bracing myself forever?

Would you let me come home,
If you had keys to heaven's gate?
Should I run?
Do I deserve to be saved?

Won’t you show me?
Do it slowly.

I’ll love you from across the room.
I’ll love you like a ghost.
I’ll find myself sick with grief,
Waiting for the punchline.